KISS THE GIRL, MAKE HER CRY - UNDERNEATH THE MOONLIT SKY
FOLLOW ME AND LOOK INSIDE - OUR DOOM-LIT ROOM, OUR PLACE TO HIDE
UNDERNEATH OUR PEICE OF STONE - WE'RE ALIVE AND NOT ALONE
WE'RE ALIVE AND NOT ALONE

MINUTES UPON HOURS PASS - WE'RE LOOKING THRU THE HOUR GLASS
WE ARE GOING WAY TO FAST - CAN'T SLOW THE SPEEDING HOUR GLASS
WILL THIS FEELING EVER PASS? OR WILL YOU BREAK MY HOUR GLASS
WILL YOU BREAK MY HOUR GLASS?

AND GOD SHALL WIPE AWAY ALL TEARS FROM THEIR EYES
AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORE DEATH, NEITHER SORRY, NOR CRYING
NEITHER SHALL THERE BE ANYMORE PAIN FOR THE FORMER
THINGS ARE PASSED AWAY